Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 469 – The Hour of the Rat Has Arrived

The hour of midnight had arrived.

Long Cang yawned, stepping out from the southern passage.

He glanced at the two guards standing ramrod straight beside the central Teleportation Array, then cast a brief look toward the quiet cages in the distant western sector.

Turning, he walked into the guard room.

The heavy fine-steel stone door slammed shut, muffling most of the noise.

The final patrol round was complete.

In the deepest shadows of the western sector, Lin Fan straightened up against the rock wall.

Her black form-fitting leather suit blended perfectly into the darkness, leaving only those iridescent, shifting starry eyes blazing with startling brilliance in the gloom.

The time had come.

She released not a trace of Spirit Energy.

Fifty thousand points of physical constitution suppressed her heartbeat and breathing to a near-stagnant state.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox’s colossal, terrifying Mental Strength churned within her mind, then flowed silently outward along the rock wall.

Mental Strength condensed in the air, becoming tangible.

Lin Fan looked toward the northernmost end of the western sector.

Four hundred second-tier Wind-blade Wolves were caged there.

Invisible Mental Strength instantly simulated the structure and sharpness of a Wind-blade Wolf’s claws, precisely slicing into the interior of the fine-steel lock mechanisms.

No Spirit Energy fluctuations. No thunderous sounds of violent forced entry.

Click.

The faint sound of metal snapping was perfectly masked by the breathing of the Mutated Beasts all around.

Four hundred cage locks released simultaneously, iron doors springing open a crack.

Lin Fan’s gaze shifted to the southern end.

The massive cluster cage holding five thousand first-tier Earth-walking Lizards.

Mental Strength once again formed blades, cutting along the weld points at the base of the cage pillars.

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The sturdy rune-woven iron mesh lost its support and crashed down.

The cage doors were open, yet the Mutated Beasts did not move.

Their brains had long been completely overwritten by Lin Fan’s God-level charm. They now lay quietly in place, awaiting the supreme command.

Lin Fan raised her right hand.

Index and middle fingers pressed together, she swept them lightly forward through the air.

Go.

Four hundred Wind-blade Wolves burst from their cages in a sudden surge.

No howls. No attacks on fellow beasts along the way. They didn’t even spare Lin Fan a single glance.

Four hundred grey afterimages hugged the ground, charging straight for the northern sector.

At the same moment, five thousand Earth-walking Lizards poured out of the cluster cage like a tide of brown, flooding silently toward the southern sector.

Lin Fan stood in place, watching the direction the wolf pack had taken, arms crossed.

Her high-heeled leather boots tapped against the stone slabs, producing the faintest of sounds.

As the wolf pack ran, they lashed out with their claws, severing the locks of every iron cage they passed.

The Mutated Beasts that had been locked inside suddenly discovered—the doors were open.

Northern sector.

Third-tier Iron-clad Rhinos were snorting in agitation.

Suddenly, four hundred Wind-blade Wolves charged into their territory.

Wind-blade Wolves and Iron-clad Rhinos were mortal enemies.

The instant their scents intermingled, the hatred etched into their very genes overwhelmed any fear of the cages.

A Wind-blade Wolf leaped high, its razor-sharp claws sinking deep into an Iron-clad Rhino’s eye socket.

The Iron-clad Rhino let out a miserable scream, its massive body thrashing wildly as it smashed headfirst into a nearby cage whose locks had already been severed.

More Iron-clad Rhinos burst free.

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The tearing sounds of wind-blades cutting through flesh, the thunderous crashes of multi-ton bodies slamming into metal—all of it erupted across the northern sector in an instant.

Southern sector.

Five thousand Earth-walking Lizards surged into the territory of the Venom-Fang Pythons.

The two peak fourth-tier Venom-Fang Pythons had already been in an irritable state.

A dense swarm of small creatures invading their territory completely detonated their territorial instincts.

Hsss—

A spine-tingling hiss tore through the air.

The Venom-Fang Pythons’ thick tails swept out in a violent frenzy, pulverizing dozens of Earth-walking Lizards into paste.

The immense force slammed into the surrounding cages, and the already loosened iron doors collapsed one after another.

The southern sector was in complete chaos.

Mutated beasts, startled awake, began viciously attacking each other.

A riot had erupted.

Lin Fan stopped at the junction between the western sector and the central teleportation array.

She opened her mouth and emitted an infrasonic wave inaudible to normal human ears.

“Ah——”

An extremely low-frequency sonic pulse swept precisely toward the eastern sector along the ground and rock walls.

This was a variant application of the “Siren’s Voice.”

The Dragon Clan’s ears couldn’t hear it at all, but to flying-type mutated beasts with sensitive hearing, this sound was no different from a thunderclap detonating inside their skulls.

Eastern sector.

Hundreds of Iron-Wing Bats and Storm Eagles went mad simultaneously.

They spread their wings and slammed frantically against the rune-woven nets covering the cage tops.

Piercing sonic attacks and the beating of wings converged into a cacophony that shook the entire underground cavern, sending dust raining down.

Four sectors. Three had erupted.

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“Boom!”

The steel-reinforced stone door of the guard room was kicked open with a single blow.

Long Cang charged out wielding a heavy sword, his face ashen, his golden vertical pupils contracted into thin slits.

“What’s going on!” he roared.

A guard from the northern sector ran over, covered in blood: “Captain! The Wind-blade Wolves have escaped! The Iron-clad Rhino herd has broken out of their cages!”

From the southern sector came the deafening hiss of the Venom-Fang Python.

Above the eastern sector, Iron-Wing Bats that had smashed through their cages circled in the air.

The entire underground beast pen had turned into a slaughterhouse.

The panic of a million mutated beasts began to spread, and even the previously calm areas started stirring with unrest.

“Follow me!” Long Cang bellowed at the two guards stationed at the central teleportation array.

Then he shoved aside the messenger guard and charged straight for the southern sector with his sword.

The peak fourth-tier Venom-Fang Python had the greatest destructive power—it had to be dealt with first.

The three guards on duty in the eastern and northern sectors also rushed into the beast horde, trying to force the mutated beasts back into their cages with brute strength.

Six seventh-tier fighters, all pinned down.

Lin Fan stood in the shadows, watching Long Cang’s figure disappear into the chaos of the southern sector.

She fished a menthol cigarette from her leather jacket pocket and bit down on it.

A flicker of Spirit Energy at her fingertip—ignited.

Pale blue smoke curled upward.

She closed her eyes.

Her Mental Strength yanked hard along the Faith Threads.

Come!

At the edge of the central teleportation array, space suddenly twisted violently.

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A ring of grayish-white light rippled outward without warning.

Zhou Ming appeared out of thin air.

The Ghost Set hung around his neck, its invisibility effect dispelling the moment he crossed through space.

Cold sweat covered his forehead. The silver-gray bracelet on his left wrist flickered frantically, pouring highly concentrated Life Aura into his nearly depleted meridians.

Dozens of consecutive high-frequency Spatial Leaps, plus the final precision pinpointing through eight hundred meters of underground mental shielding, had nearly drained every ounce of his strength.

But his eyes burned with an alarming intensity.

“Lily, I’m here. Where are you?” Zhou Ming said in a low voice.

Lin Fan stepped out of the shadows, cigarette in hand.

Her black leather suit gleamed with a cold, hard luster under the light of the Crystals.

She glanced at Zhou Ming, her gaze sweeping over his slightly trembling legs.

“Nice work.”

Zhou Ming followed the voice.

His gaze cut through the grayish-white spatial ripples and landed on the woman emerging from the shadows.

A form-fitting black one-piece leather suit hugged her body tightly, tracing breathtaking curves along her tall, slender frame.

The zipper ran straight from her hip all the way up to her neck. He knew the material and style of this suit all too well.

Back at Fragrant Hills International, this was Lily’s favorite outfit.

His gaze traveled upward.

Her dark green hair was tied high in a ponytail.

A pair of golden dragon horns stood atop either side of her forehead, her features cool and delicate, carrying an air of detachment unique to a non-human race.

It was a completely unfamiliar face.

Zhou Ming froze in place. He swallowed hard, his right hand instinctively clenching the pair of white tabi socks tucked in the breast pocket of his shirt.

“Lily?” he tested in a lowered voice.